Shellac: The Schoolbag Story

1.

TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR
HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE


Her father never wanders
that how do stars shine in school
and every time she looks at her heliograph
in broken riffed mirror
she can see her damn egoistic beautified ugliness.

its the ordure of odium in her rough clothes
that grills the her slummy poverty.

the sanctimonious devil is overdosed
within the incinerated book of her schoolbag.

Her schoolbag can never see her malnourished spits.
Her schoolbag can never sing her the tunes of salty sweat.
Her schoolbag can never listen to her precinct footsteps.

Her schoolbag can never carry her school.


2.
HUMPTY DUMTY SAT ON THE WALL
HUMPTY DUMTY HAD A GREAT FALL


Breathing a fugue to collide at pinprick
no one delivers the tangy taste of roadside kulfi
to her mouth.
The Finance Commission can never bridge the gap
between her childhood and the kulfi.

Who was Alice?
and where was Red Riding hood going?
-its mandatory questions that burns her eyes.

Icosahedrons culture struck above her ground
emigrating impetuous loads of
twigs and branches on her head
and the wind shall borrow
few of her tears from the village well
and the stars shall scratch
whispers of her dream song from her bed.

She can never plunge her nerves
watching Tom and Jerry fighting each other
- cause she herself fights
with unresolved arithmetic
holding broomstick in her hand.

Her schoolbag can carry the smell of her body
but it can never carry the unexposed desires
within that body.

3.

JACK AND JILL WENT UP THE HILL

Layers of horoscope are liquidities in the cake
waning the plutonic bastard
and scandalizing few childish imageries
of sky, sea and earth.

Pageantry alphabets remains intoned
on a display board of five star hotel
which illustrates
an upper class booty shake and discotheques.

Did she hurt her face?
or is it the lips that one bloomed
or fatally drooped to ellipsis?
How can blood and urine be cocktailed?
on psychedelic monolith of her hair snip?

Her schoolbag can carry her lunch box
but it can never carry the hunger of her starry nights.

4.

JOHNNY JOHNNY!! YES PAPA PAPA!!
EATING SUGAR!! NO PAPA PAPA!!
TELLING LIES !! NO PAPA PAPA

But world is dump show of lies.

Who can guess about her first crush?
Who can say about her first date?
Who does care about her first kiss?
Who knows about her first boyfriend?
Who has ever seen her marriage ring?

She is never going to school again.
Her schoolbag is on the table
and she deeply inhales inside the bag

- it still smells
like the first nervous day at school.

- it still smells
like her teacher's loving and scolding words.

- it still smells
like the pranks and noises of her friends

- it still smells
like the first poem that she recited in the class.

- it still smells
like the printing ink in the pages of new books.

Still
she wishes to carry her schoolbag
but the schoolbag never wishes to carry her world again.